The
Professor and the Student
oliverc
olivercromwell2004@yahoo.com
Author’s
Note: This covers some familiar themes,
but if you read it, I enjoy the feedback either through reviews or email. I have incorporated some suggestions from
previous reviews into this one, but ultimately it speaks to my fantasies.
Professor
Elizabeth Starr was a bit frustrated. She had not had any sex for three
months since her lover left town for a new job in a city far away. It had
been difficult letting him go, but it was the natural course of life and it
needed to happen. In the meantime, Elizabeth
had not found anyone new she wanted to be with and she was growing impatient
with that reality.
By
day, Elizabeth
enjoyed her job as a professor of English at the local university, a fine
mid-tier school. Generally, she did not attract the attention of men,
deliberately so. She was a little more than six feet tall, wore glasses,
tied her hair in bun, and favored not-very-attractive, loose-fitting, almost
maternity-style dresses that completely hid all of her feminine
curves. Indeed, she was not particularly attractive in the face, more plain than pretty, but far from ugly. She was the
picture of the matronly, frigid-looking spinster professor. She was
not Professor Meyers of biology, whom all the young men in the school and
many of the professors lusted after. And why wouldn't they? Carol
had a model's body, bestowed upon her by God and requiring seemingly
little maintenance, was pretty, and flaunted it. To say that some of her
clothing choices were inappropriate would be an understatement, but such
are the virtues of tenure. Still, with respect to herself, Elizabeth mused, at least
not everything is as it appears to be.
Elizabeth favored younger
men---it was one of the reasons she became a professor in the first
place. At the same time, in light of university rules against such
liaisons, Elizabeth
generally tried to avoid getting involved with any of her students during most
of the school year. Now, however, it was a month before the end of the
spring semester and Elizabeth
had taken an interest in---and learned more about---Matthew Harris. He
was a nineteen-year old sophomore who usually sat in the second row from
the front of her contemporary British literature class. Physically, he
was below average in height at 5'6", and although not overweight, he
didn't look like he worked out. He was trim, but not much more. Elizabeth did not mind the
fact that he was significantly shorter than herself. Actually, in many ways she found that
preferable. Despite sitting towards the
front, Matthew often appeared painfully shy, rarely contributing to classroom
discussions. She occasionally saw him outside the classroom and was
usually alone, apparently he had few friends and
certainly not a girlfriend.
That would not be the
case if the women on this campus knew what I just recently learned, Elizabeth thought. Elizabeth made some
careful inquiries with the Dean about Matthew's personal situation---along with
a bunch of others she was not interested in, for cover---and was intrigued by
what she learned. Matthew had been on his own, an emancipated minor since
he was 16. He father had left him very young and was never heard from
again, and his mother passed away prematurely. His grandfather, the
father of his mother, was still alive and quite wealthy but Matthew had not
wanted to live with him. So, apparently, they struck a deal.
Matthew would be emancipated, drawing financial resources from a trust his grandfather
set up after his mother's death, so long as he followed some basic rules.
He wasn't allowed to drink or do drugs (and any arrest for which would result
in termination of the trust) and he had to go to college and study something
useful. Matthew also had to find a job in the summers. Clean
living, education, hard work---his grandfather's philosophy on the keys to
life. If he could follow those basic rules, his grandfather would fund
Matthew's emancipated minor status. In other words, Matthew had a lot
more spending money and a whole lot less parental supervision than the average
college student, even if he did not show it.
Matthew's
financial situation did not really interest Elizabeth---she was quite comfortable. What
she wanted was sex, and she wanted it on her own terms, and the recent
information about Matthew that she had gathered determined that he would become
the object of her desires. She decided on Matthew because he
seemed quite shy and therefore likely very malleable and his independent
status suggested there would be little outside interference in
her delicious plans for him. She would have to be careful of
course. Relations between teachers and students were against the
university rules, even though it happened all the time. Still, carelessness
would not do.
The
first, obvious step was that she had to befriend the boy. She was quite
sure that while Matthew was not all that different from any other
student, regarding her as a dumpy, approaching middle-age college
professor. She in fact was 37, but to 19 that seems
like 60, especially since she dressed more like 60. At first, she asked
him to help her carry things to her office, and feigned a greater interest in
his writing talents than they really merited (a good student otherwise, he was only
a fair writer and interpreter of literature), but Matthew didn't know
that. Hesitant at first, Matthew gradually began to enjoy
the seemingly innocent attention Elizabeth
was giving him. Over the next couple of weeks, Elizabeth drew Matthew out in more
conversation and eventually he became more comfortable talking with her on
a regular basis. Near the end of term, she saw an intriguing
opening.
"Yes,
part of the deal is that I must get a job every summer," Matthew said to Elizabeth as he helped her
carry papers and books to her car. "Last summer I worked for a
landscaping business. I enjoyed the work, but the company didn't pay us all that well, despite charging a fortune for the work we
did."
"Well,
have you considered starting your own business or at least working on your
own?" Elizabeth
asked.
Matthew
just looked at her. "Well, no, I haven't. I mean, I don't have
any clients or a way to generate business. I've always just worked for
others. Do you really think that is viable?"
"It
could be," Elizabeth
answered. "In fact, I was going to suggest why don't you work for me
over the summer doing yardwork and landscaping at my
house? I have big place and I've wanted to do a number of projects on it
but never had the time. I was hoping to do some this summer. I
planned on hiring someone to do it. I see no reason why it couldn't be
you."
Elizabeth saw the doubt in
Matthew's eyes. It wasn't doubt of wanting to do the work, but more she
suspected he thought it wasn't going to be practical or particularly rewarding.
"I know what you're thinking," she said. "I may be just a
college professor, but I inherited a lot of family money and my place is
big. There's plenty of work. I am not going to pay you slave
wages. (Elizabeth
nearly burst out laughing at the irony of that phrase.) How about $20 an hour for a 40-hour week---more hours with bonuses are
possible, too?"
Matthew
looked a little wide-eyed. The landscaping company he worked for last
summer paid him only $8.00 an hour. He didn't need the money for housing
or necessities, there were the trust funds for that, but his grandfather
insisted he work for his spending money and to get to the trust money.
Besides, $20 an hour not only made him feel good about himself, it made him
feel more professional. "Um, okay, you've convinced me. I'll
do it."
"Excellent,"
Elizabeth
responded, "Classes and exams are over in 10 days, May 24. I suggest
you report to this address (Elizabeth
handed him a slip of paper) no later than May 28, unless you want to start
sooner.
Matthew
noted it was a bit of drive out into the country, but it was not like he was
doing anything else. "Deal," he said.
"Excellent,"
she said. With that, Matthew's professor drove off and it was only then
that Matthew noticed it to be a high-end Lexus in a parking lot full of
mid-grade cars. Must be true, then, he thought, she does have more
money than it appeared.
Elizabeth, for her part,
nearly wet herself driving home. It had gone far better than she
expected. What she told Matthew was true. Her place was large, and
it was gated and secluded in the country. There was lots of work for him
to do, including taking care of her two horses. Elizabeth hoped very much that Matthew would
respond willingly, if not at first, then soon to the
games she wanted to play with him. Having him at her estate all week long
would provide many opportunities she had not gotten with her last lover.
After arriving home, Elizabeth
ran to her mastersuite, looked about the room,
immediately stripped, and masturbated herself to several orgasms in row.
On the walls of this immense room were numerous and graphic images of women
sexually dominating, indeed, subjugating men---placing them in extreme bondage,
whipping them, raping them even, sitting on their faces, men performing
orally on their mistresses. Interspersed among those images were various
ropes, chains, handcuffs, paddles, whips, riding crops, hoods, gags,
blindfolds. It was where Elizabeth
enjoyed being more than anywhere else in the world.
Reporting
to Work
When
Matthew finally arrived at Elizabeth's
home on the morning of May 28, he was taken aback by several things, causing
his mind to reel the rest of the day. The first was that Elizabeth was not kidding. While he would
hesitate to call the house a mansion, it was a huge Victorian home tucked
behind large gates at the end of long dirt road, totally secluded from anything
else for miles. Climbing to the tallest tree would not have resulted in
seeing another house. Elizabeth
had told him that she took advantage of a local government program which
actually paid her to keep all the surrounding land, which her family once
farmed, natural and undeveloped. Thus surrounding the house were
overgrown meadows, punctuated by thicker areas of growth. No other humans
could be seen or heard from.
The
second, and far more reeling experience, once Elizabeth had let his car in through the gate
and he finally knocked on the front door, was the woman who answered it.
Professor Starr, the frumpy, dumpy English teacher was not who
answered. The woman he saw answer the door looked like his professor in
the face---she wore glasses, was a bit plain, had her hair in bun. But
the rest of her was not all like Matthew imagined. Elizabeth answered the door wearing nothing
more than a black athletic running bra and skin-tight black shorts. And
her body was an exquisite work of art: beautifully formed large breasts
with hard nipples poking up clearly behind the tight material, sculpted and rather
powerful-looking muscles in her arms and legs, a flat stomach, and a
well-defined, tight, albeit ample, butt. As Matthew stood before this
image of an Amazon, he, seven inches shorter, felt acutely aware as he had
not until now of his physical inferiority compared to his
new employer. It was very clear that she could kick his ass if she
wanted. And he found this full effect strangely exciting, feeling a
stirring in his groin he could do nothing to control and hoped it would not be overly
obvious. He was in jean shorts and a t-shirt. Matthew was not
confident of keeping it hidden.
After Elizabeth opened the
door, she saw that her visage had the desired effect. Her physical
attributes were clearly not what Matthew expected and the fact that he was liking what he saw did not escape her notice.
"Oh,
Matthew, do come in. I am pleased you are so prompt. Are you ready
to start your summer work?"
"Yes,
Ma'am," was Matthew's instinctive rely. He hadn't intended it for
come out so formally, but it did. Elizabeth
did not correct him.
"Good.
Let's sit down first and discuss everything over some coffee." And
with that, Elizabeth
outlined what the days and weeks ahead would (ostensibly) be like. There
were regular daily chores required, such as mowing, trimming, weeding, taking
care of the horses and their stalls. Beyond that, Elizabeth outlined some larger landscaping
projects such as building some new gardens and dry-stacked stone walls and a
number of other improvements that Matthew thought would not be accomplished in
one summer. On many of these things, she said, she would be right there
working with him. Elizabeth
also said she would provide lunch each day and even dinner if Matthew chose to
work late sometimes.
Throughout
the day, Matthew did not find it easy doing his work when Elizabeth was around and she seemed to be
around a lot, always dressed in her running bra and black shorts. The
morning chores were indeed the routine maintenance things, such as the horse
stalls, mowing the lawn, trimming bushes, et al. While Matthew did them, Elizabeth was always
doing something as well. It just happened to be always near where Matthew was
working. For her part, Elizabeth
was fully aware of the effect she was having on the hired help and was quite
pleased.
At
lunch, Matthew spent an inordinate amount of time studying, discreetly he
thought, the ridges, curves, and forms that composed Elizabeth's magnificent body. Her face
doesn't turn heads, Matthew thought, but she sure is built.
Elizabeth on the other hand
knew perfectly well what the boy of 19 at her table was doing and just
so. That was the idea.
Elizabeth made the afternoon
more difficult for Matthew. She spent most of it helping Matthew with the
start of building of a stone wall that would run along a long length of the
front gardens. It was a project that would take many days to complete,
but it allowed her to be in close proximity to Matthew until the end of the
day, when Matthew went home. Watching Elizabeth work with him was
extraordinarily nerve-wrecking because Matthew knew that she was obviously
superior to him intellectually, having been his professor, but it was
clear that she was also much stronger and in better shape.
She routinely carried larger loads of dirt or moved bigger rocks than
he could, her thigh and arm muscles bulging when she did so. In the
past, Matthew might not have found such a woman appealing, but the vision
of this tall, strong amazon before him all day
long was overwhelming his senses, clouding his judgment, and keeping him in a
perpetual state of lust. He could not stop his mind from wandering to
image of two of them having sex, but with her on top. Matthew imagined
she would take him, not the other way around. He was not used to such
thoughts, but found them extraordinarily exciting.
As
soon as Matthew got home, he masturbated twice to Elizabeth's image before he could calm down
enough to shower and do other things. Then he did it again before going
to sleep in the hope he could get some sleep.
The
next day went much like the first for Elizabeth and Matthew. The only
difference was that Elizabeth
routinely found reasons to brush up against Matthew with one part of her body
or another. And in one particularly good stroke of luck, during the
afternoon, as they both worked on the stone wall, Elizabeth
"tripped" over one of the stones they were using for the wall,
falling against Matthew, both of them landing on the ground with Elizabeth on top of him,
face-to-face. For a lingering moment, Elizabeth could feel the lump in Matthew's
groin, and Matthew felt immobilized by her muscular body. Elizabeth stayed in that
position a little longer than would have been necessary under ordinary
circumstances but then got up and apologized for her "clumsiness."
That
night, Matthew was incapable of expunging his sexual desire for his
professor. When she had fallen on him, he momentarily felt trapped,
captured, and controlled. He didn't really understand why, but he liked
the feeling. It felt good and right and yet it confused him, too.
Most people he knew would think the thoughts he was having were weird, yet
rather than suppressing the thoughts in his mind, he gave in to them. He
let his fantasies about Elizabeth
run wild.
Enthralled
The
next day, his third on the job, Elizabeth
let Matthew in when he arrived. He hadn’t arrived until the early
afternoon because he had needed to get his car a regular tune-up. Nothing else had changed from the day
before. She invited him for a cup of
coffee and watched how his eyes never seemed to stop looking at her
body. After a few minutes of chit-chat, she finally decided to take the
plunge.
"Oh,
Matthew, let's stop pretending, shall we?" Elizabeth said. "I think we've
carried the charade on long enough."
"Wh-What
do you mean?"
"I
dress this way to excite you, sexually, and it's been clear since the first day
you find me exciting. I know you stare at my body constantly. You
may think you're hiding that but you aren't," she said, pointing to the obvious
bulge in his groin. "Cards on the table," she said stepping so
close to Matthew her breasts were a mere inch from his mouth. "Do
you want to have sex with me? Do you want me to make love to you?"
she whispered.
Matthew
was not a virgin, but he was very inexperienced. He had had sex a couple
of times, but he'd paid for it, from a high-class escort service that
advertised on the internet. But those escorts were no match for him
physically, nor did they exude the sexual energy and power that Elizabeth did.
Still, if he had any uncertainties, they were totally overwhelmed by the lust
he was feeling. "God, yes!" he blurted and he moved to grab
her.
"Don't
touch me!" Elizabeth
commanded and pushed Matthew back. Seeing the boy's confusion, she said,
"we do this on my terms, Matthew, you must follow my rules. I expect
my lovers to be polite, solicitous, and especially obedient. Any
'extracurricular' time we spend together will always and only be initiated by me."
Feeling
a bit uncertain now but quite willing to proceed, Matthew cautiously replied,
"okay."
"You
mean, 'yes ma'am.'"
"Yes
ma'am," Matthew immediately mimicked.
Elizabeth smiled a broad grin
at her new lover, took his hand and led to one of her spare bedrooms. She
did not think he was quite ready today to see what was in her mastersuite today. That could wait until
tomorrow. In her experience it took only a day and a night for her young
men to become addicted to her body. With Matthew, she suspected that not
only was he already addicted to her but that he would in fact be very receptive
to her planned domination of him.
Once
in the room, Elizabeth
ordered Matthew to strip completely, while she still sat on the edge of her
bed, still with her running bra and shorts on. Once Matthew was
completely naked, she gestured for him to come to her. "Get down on
your knees, but keep your back straight." Matthew did so, but with
an erection seemingly longer and harder than he had ever felt.
"As I said, I expect obedience from my lovers," she said,
lightly stroking his face with her index finger. "I prefer to be
dominant. I will certainly alleviate the tension you feel, (she now
stroked his cock with the same finger), but when
we spend our time together, you are here mostly to satisfy me." Elizabeth then leaned
forward and gave Matthew several long, deep, full-tongue kisses, pushing
his head to her mouth by grabbing and holding the hair on the back of his
head. "I will particularly demand that you worship every part of my body with
your mouth and tongue. Can you do this?"
"I
can learn. Will you teach me?," he gasped.
"A most delightful answer. Let's start
your lessons right now, then." Elizabeth
pulled off her running bra, exposing to Matthew two of the most beautiful and large
breasts he had ever seen, live or in a magazine. "Suck them,
Matthew, gently, alternate between one and the other and do not stop until I
tell you to." With his fantasies of the last three days being
realized, Matthew eagerly set to his task. Elizabeth had her lover, soon-to-be sex slave
do this for almost 10 minutes before pushing his head back. "Take
off my shorts." Matthew did so, revealing black panties covering Elizabeth's pussy.
"Take off my panties with your teeth." And while that took some
effort, Matthew finally completed his task revealing Elizabeth's groin, which contained a rather
large amount of hair, which was not all that surprising since she was hardly
petite. Elizabeth
then proceeded to instruct Matthew how to worship her with his mouth. In
the beginning he did as he was told, first kissing her all over there, then
licking gently, and ultimately pressing his mouth hard against her to plunge
his tongue inside as far he could make it go. In response, Elizabeth moaned and
groaned sounds of pleasure that she had not felt in many months. After
her first orgasm, with Matthew appearing to stop, she grabbed his head, clamped
her long muscular legs around the boy's body, and ground his head into her
until she came two more times and Matthew was gasping for breath. When
she finally let him go, his face was drenched with her juices, so much so she
got up to grab him a towel. Matthew for his part felt like he was going
to explode, but neither he nor Elizabeth touched his cock.
"Climb
on the bed, Matthew, and lie down, hands by your sides." Having been
on his knees for about 30 minutes now, he was grateful for the change in
position, but hungry to continue. "I think you need some relief
now," she said as she began to stroke his penis with two of her fingers,
alternating down his shaft with the bottoms of her fingers and up it with her
fingernails. Matthew exploded within seconds, spewing ropes and ropes of
cum over his chest, screaming in ecstasy.
"Oh, god, thank you Professor Starr!"
"You're
quite welcome, Matthew, but why don't you call me 'Mistress' when we are
together like this."
"Okay,
thank you, Mistress," Matthew said and waited to see what would happen
next.
Elizabeth wiped Matthew clean
with the towel and then climbed on his chest, pinning his arms to his
side. "We are far from done," she smiled at him.
"You'll find that I am multiorgasmic and pretty
insatiable." Elizabeth
then moved herself up and positioned her pussy just an inch above Matthew's
mouth. "Continue what you were doing, Matthew." And as
Elizabeth closed that one-inch gap, and as he began again to worship Elizabeth,
he did so with more enthusiasm, the kind that comes from the knowledge that
woman receiving the activity was enjoying it immensely and that he had a better
idea of what he was doing. Elizabeth
had Matthew worship her sex for the better part of an hour, in a bunch of
different positions, bringing her off numerous times. It had been so long
since she had had a man's mouth between her legs, it
seemed that Elizabeth
could not get her fill of it today. Despites some rests and breaks in
between, after that hour she could tell Matthew was tiring physically from
it. After all, there is only so much the muscle that is the tongue can do
before it gives out. But she was quite well aware that Matthew was very
much enjoying their time together. Within 10 or 15 minutes after his
explosion, Matthew had become hard again as he worshiped his professor and
remained so for the rest of the time he spent between Elizabeth's thighs.
Finally,
she said, "enough, I think." With that statement, she pulled
Matthew up from her groin, gently but firmly, by the hair (at this point she
was on her back and Matthew had been locked in place by her long, muscular legs
that allowed the boy no movement or retreat from his task. She turned him
over, grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head, and lowered herself on
Matthew’s cock, which gratefully accepted being sheathed.
“Oh
my god,” Matthew whispered, though loud enough for Elizabeth to hear. The warmth, the sensations caused a virtual
overload in the pleasure centers of his brain.
The couple of times he had had sex before, with escorts, were nothing
like this.
Elizabeth, once she had taken
Matthew inside of her, tried to stimulate Matthew as little as possible,
knowing he would be coming soon enough.
At first, she did nothing at all, and as Matthew naturally tried to move
to stimulate his penis to orgasm, Elizabeth tightened her grip with her hands,
thighs, and weight, pressing down to prevent him from moving. And then, very slowly, she began moving her
vagina at the base of Matthew’s penis.
With previous lovers, she found it stimulated her, but did little for
them until she ratcheted up her movements.
For Matthew, he found Elizabeth’s
movements frustrating. He was on the
verge of cumming, wanted desperately to do so, but
wasn’t feeling quite enough friction from Elizabeth’s
movements to push him over the edge.
Still within a couple of minutes, Elizabeth
increased her pace which unavoidably gave Matthew what he needed. As Elizabeth
sensed Matthew was on the verge of orgasm, she increased her motions to an
almost violent pace, essentially fucking her student's brains out.
Matthew came before she did, shouting, “OH GOD, OH GOD a dozen times. He managed to stay hard enough for her to
come one more time, with similar expressions of physical delight. All
told they had spent more than two hours together in bed. It was now 4:30 in the afternoon and it was
time for Matthew to head home for the evening. No work had been done, but from everyone’s
point of view it had been a most productive day. Matthew had kind of hoped he would be allowed
to stay the night, but Elizabeth
knew from experience that having her lover’s stay over was not a reward she
allowed them to have until she had completely broken them in. Besides, anticipation was half the fun.
Indeed,
the next day Matthew could not wait until he arrived at his professor's
home. The day before had been intense and enthralling.
In that one day, he had engaged in more sexual activity with another person than
he had in the sum total of his life. He anticipated that it would
continue today, so was a bit disappointed when after he arrived Elizabeth gave him his
work details for the morning. "Yes, ma'am," was all he said,
with a clear lilt of disappointment, after she had finished.
"Oh, you poor thing. You act as if
I have abandoned you." Elizabeth
walked over to Matthew. She was wearing one of her tight fitting running
bras, which provided a picture of very pronounced cleavage and her nipples were
clearly hard and firm underneath the stretched material. Elizabeth whispered down at Matthew all the
while rubbing her delightful succulent breasts against his face.
"We'll play after lunch. In fact, I want us to go to another level
together, so there is no misunderstanding my expectations.
But the fact is, work must still get done around here and you are to do it."
Matthew's
eyes had closed so he could enjoy exclusively the sensation of sensuous breasts
against his face, but snapped them open when Elizabeth finished talking. "Yes, ma'am. I, I'll get to it."
Matthew reluctantly left his professor's presence, obviously very horny, but
unwilling---or was it unable?---to do anything that
might risk the imagined sweet rewards of the afternoon. He was on one
level simply relieved that Elizabeth
had not calculated their coupling the day before as a one-time event. She
clearly was interested in continuing their activities, but only apparently on
her terms.
Unfortunately
for Matthew, he was not always capable of keeping his mind on his work.
Several times Elizabeth
had to order Matthew to redo a chore in the barn or yard because it wasn't up
to her standards. By the third time, it was clear Elizabeth was a tad annoyed by it, although
in her own mind she understood why it was happening. On the plus side, it
would provide a useful transition into some of the afternoon's activities.
By
lunchtime, Matthew was hungry in more ways the one. The meal, however,
was almost agony for him as it required even more waiting before he had a
chance to indulge in Elizabeth's
body. For her part, she spliced idle chit-chat about various mundane
matters with sexual flirtation, including frequent touches, bumps, and rubs up
against Matthew's slender frame. Finally, when the meal was over, Elizabeth smiled at
Matthew, enjoying his obvious lust for her and his discomfort in having been
told to wait all morning for it.
"Very
well, young man, now we can proceed to what you have not-so-patiently been
waiting for. Go to the guest room, shower, and then wait for
me---naked." Matthew practically fled from the room and all through
the shower his raging erection never wavered once. He couldn't wait to
make love to Elizabeth
again even if she were clearly the superior partner in the relationship. As he thought about it, waiting naked on the
bed in the guest room, he found he was very turned on by her physical and
mental superiority over him. He was quite willing to serve as her
boy-toy, realizing that that was what he probably was to her. While she
demanded a lot from him physically in that role, there was no responsibility on
his part. She determined everything and he liked that.
Elizabeth had heard the shower
stop and knew that Matthew would be waiting within seconds of drying himself
off. She took her time. Today Matthew would learn what being with
her was truly going to be like and he would learn that there were some consequences
associated with making mistakes. She did not plan to start off overly
harshly, but she wasn't going to dance around the issue anymore. Elizabeth wanted Matthew
in the mastersuite. She wanted to wear her
favorite clothes. But to make sure it would go at least close to the way
she wanted it to, she planned to surprise Matthew with it, to overwhelm his
senses in one shot.
"Well,
aren't you anxious," she to said to Matthew referring to his full-blown
hard-on as he rested on the guest room bed.
"Yes, ma'am. What can I say? You have
that effect on me. You have from the first day I came
her to work for you."
"Oh, not to worry. I'm delighted
you feel this way, for I am very fond of you and look forward to many
encounters and playing many games. And, actually, I don't want to join
you here, Matthew, but we are going to the mastersuite.
I feel the most comfortable there and the most liberated."
Matthew
grinned a bit like the Cheschire Cat, but simply
said, "okay with me," and moved to get up.
"Hold
on, young man. My room is very special to me, so we are not going to just
walk in there. Here, put this on." She handed Matthew a
blindfold. "Don't worry, I'll guide you. But once inside you
will not take it off until I tell you. I must get dressed in there before
you do, so you will have to be patient for a few minutes. Once there,
there will be no turning back for the day."
Matthew
wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he really didn't care. He just
wanted to fuck his professor---or more accurately, he wanted her to fuck
him. "Okay, sure," he said and put on the blindfold and
stood-up. Elizabeth
grabbed his cock. Matthew gasped, not
expecting the "guiding" to be like that. Elizabeth chuckled and pulled him down the
hallway. He heard a door open and they went in. Elizabeth closed the door behind him, turned
the deadbolt, which Matthew heard, and removed the key, which Matthew did not
hear.
"Now,
just wait a few minutes. I am right here. I'll know if you peak or
even try to peak," Elizabeth
stated. Matthew listened intently, his curiousity
now quite high. All he could hear, though, was Elizabeth changing clothes, which clearly
included a few items that zipped. "Now, Matthew, you may remove the
blindfold."
When
he did so, the wave of images nearly overwhelmed him and made his knees feel
quite shaky. First, standing before him, was Elizabeth, who was now
decked out in black leather boots that rose as high as her thighs and had four
inch heels. She wore a zipped black corset that left her breasts and
groin very exposed, and she wore a black, policeman-like hat. In her
hand, she held a leather collar and leash, as well well as a black
implement with many leather strips that clearly was used to beat
people. Matthew next took in the walls, which he found covered with
various other bondage implements, ropes, whips, and larger bondage
devices. And the pictures interspersed on the walls showed artistic
images of naked women or women in black outfits similar to Elizabeth's tying up,
whipping, or otherwise dominating naked men in various ways. Matthew's
mouth went completely dry.
"Well,
what do you think? Do you like it?" Elizabeth inquired.
Matthew's
eyes were wide, and he hesitated, but finally said, "I, uh, I don't know know."
"An
honest answer," Elizabeth
replied. "Matthew," she said a little sharply, "focus on me. Do you like what you see? Do you
like my outfit?" As she saw Matthew step back from the hazy look on
his face and focus on her, she saw her answer. Matthew's cock, which had
limped a bit from the shock, resumed a very powerful erection as he stared at Elizabeth's body bedecked
in black leather, exuding high power and sensuality at the same time.
"Yes...ma'am,"
Matthew finally answered. It was a true statement. Matthew had seen
pictures of dominatrixes in magazines before and had
always been titilated by them, but they were nothing
like having the real thing right in front him. Moreover, Elizabeth in her boots
now towered over the barefoot Matthew by 10 inches. He was completely in
lust with her, but not a little scared of the implications.
"Very good. I knew you would be. Let
us be clear now as to how things will proceed. This is who I
am. What you see on the walls is what I do. I take my lovers as my
slaves, my sex slaves. I will dominate you sexually, completely, in every
way imaginable. I will do many pleasurable things to you and many painful
things. You must be willing to suffer for me, for my pleasure if you want
to go on spending time with me. In this room, you have absolutely no say
as to what will happen to you, but do feel free to beg and plead, for I find
such sounds coming from you to be particularly enjoyable. I should add
that my control and dominance of you will extend beyond this room to the rest
of the house and grounds and even beyond, although I will be much more discreet
and subtle if and when we go out together. This is the way it is going to
be, today, Matthew, the door is locked and I have hidden the key where you would
never find it, even if you could somehow find the opportunity to look for
it." As she said the last, she walked closer to him, where the
contrast between her tall, powerful body and his much smaller, lighter, and
more slender one was incredibly acute. "If you find in the morning,
that this isn't for you, that I am not as appealing as I was an hour ago, we
can go our separate ways, but I do hope you won't, because what I said was
true, I am very fond of you. But this can only work if you are my complete,
totally obedient slave, and I am your dominant mistress." As she
said this, Elizabeth
stroked Matthew's head and face with one hand (having put down the leash and
collar at his feet), and stroked his back and buttocks with the flogger.
After
that long soliquy of Elizabeth's, Matthew found he was afraid, but
had no desire to run, even if he could somehow run somewhere. He was also
as sexually excited as he could ever remember, which
included the day's previous activities. In answer, Matthew said in a
whisper, "I am afraid."
"What
are you afraid of, Matthew?"
Matthew
gave his honest answer: "I am afraid of what you will do to me, I am
afraid that I won't be able to take it. I am afraid then I won't be with
you anymore."
"Those
are all good things to be afraid of, but Matthew in your heart you know you
want to be with me, to be dominated by me. I dominated you yesterday as
we made love and you took to it like a fish to water. The only difference
today is that from now on my domination will be more direct, more controlling,
and, yes, you will have to endure some pain to please me. I will not
inflict a lot, to start, but you must also learn that with disobedience or
carelessness, there are also consequences." As she was speaking, Elizabeth had picked up
the collar and leash and had slipped it, slowly around Matthew's neck.
When she had finished speaking, she grabbed Matthew's wrists, which were at his
sides, and twisted them behind his back, reaching her mouth down to deeply and
passionately kiss the young man who stood 10 inches below the top of her
head. As she did so, she pushed Matthew back slowly to wall, with him
giving way as she pushed. At the wall, Elizabeth grabbed a pair of black leather
cuffs and put them on Matthew's wrists. When that was done, she hooked
the two cuffs together behind his back. Stroking his cheek as she pulled
away from him, slipping the leash between her fingers until she had pulled it
taught.
"Get
on your knees, Matthew." The boy did so and Elizabeth glanced at the part of the wall
that had a large mirror. It was one of her favorite sights,
a younger, smaller, weaker male now kneeled before her strong, magnificient body, adorned with a black leather outfit of
power, holding her slave by a collar and leash. It was an image that
never failed to make her pussy wet and it did so this time as well, glistening
in the low, soft lighting of the mastersuite dungeon.
"Now,
then, young man, the first order of business is that I found your work
this morning to be less than acceptable. Low quality work, you will find,
will be punished directly. I'll go easy on you since this will be your
first time since you were a child, no doubt."
"Yes,
Mistress," Matthew stated, now remembering how Elizabeth had wanted him to use that title
when they were together, which now seemed perfectly clear as to why.
"Put
your head to the floor but remain on your knees."
Matthew
immediately complied and quickly found the stiletto heel of Elizabeth's boot firmly at the base of his
neck, pushing his head firmly into the carpet, when he felt the first strike
from the flogger hit his lower back and buttocks. Matthew involuntarily
yelped at the sting but Elizabeth
merely stated that "Ten of these, I think, is
an appropriate start." By the fifth strike Matthew had let out a
number of sounds of pain. By the 10th blow he was grimacing and yelping
his discomfort and his ass was a nice shade to deep pink. Elizabeth was very
satisfied with the look, as she found whip marks on a male body to be quite attractive.
"There
now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Elizabth
asked. Matthew of course replied it wasn't,
which was really the only answer either of them expected him to give.
"Well,
let's move on to more fun activities. We will begin by using your tongue
to lick and polish every square inch of my boots. Leave no section
undone. Poor performance will be met with correction," Elizabeth's smiling face
stated as she twirled her flogger in one hand and pulled on the leash with the
other. Hesitant at first, Matthew started licking Elizabeth's boots. It was an awkward
position as his arms were still bound behind him, yet he really started to get
into it. He didn't know if it was the smell of the leather or the glances
up at Elizabeth's
face, showing a beautiful, powerful women in total
command of him. But despite---or because of ?---he
was eager to please his mistress. His cock throbbed intensely, almost
painfully for release, but he knew that wouldn't happen just yet.
Once he had the boots all done, Elizabeth
drew his eager tongue to her glistening pussy for the same attention.
Elizabeth controlled Matthew's every movement here, grabbing his head, locking
her boot-clad legs around his back as she sat on the edge of the bed, and
brought on several orgasms.
After
that was done, Elizabeth
let Matthew rest a few minutes, lying on the floor. She was far from
done, however. She got up from the edge of the bed and gathered a large
number of bondage implements from her walls, and then ordered Matthew up onto
the bed. As he complied, she unhooked his wrists and proceeded to truss
him quite differently. When she was through, Matthew had all four of his
limbs stretched to the four corners of the bed, with many more additional
straps attached to and binding other parts of this body such that he was nearly
immobile.
For
his part, Matthew was frightened and excited at the same time. His raging
hard-on betrayed what was going on in one part of his head, yet he couldn't
move and was completely at the mercy of his mistress, a woman much taller and
stronger than himself. Her power over him seemed quite unlimited.
"Now
we play some more of my favorite games, Matthew." Elizabeth then climbed on the bed and settled
herself on Matthew's groin. He could feel the heat emanating from her
pussy, although she made no move other than to flatten his penis against his
body with her own.
Slowly
Elizabeth began
to rub Matthew's nipples, one with each hand, stimulating them. Matthew
certainly enjoyed that. But as the minutes rolled by, Elizabeth manipulated her fingers such that
she began to pinch the boy's nipples, gently at first, but with increasing
intensity. Elizabeth
enjoyed watching Matthew's facial expressions change from one of delight to
discomfort to pain. With different levels of intensity, Elizabeth could control the visual outcome as
if she were adjusting the knobs on a control panel. The actions made her
wetter, a fact that was not lost on Matthew even if he did seem otherwise
distracted. He could feel the moistness in her pussy seep onto his
groin. The more Matthew sucked in his breath or let out little yelps of
"ow" or groans of pain, the more excited Elizabeth became.
But
when Elizabeth
tired of that activity, she slowly began to drag her bottom up the length of
Matthew's body until she was sitting on the boy's chest, her steaming vagina
four inches from Matthew's mouth. "Now my little slave, you should
know I find you terribly amusing and have been waiting for weeks to have you in
this exact position. Your face, your mouth are nothing but sex toys for
me." As she said this, she edged her pussy closer to Matthew's
mouth, so now he could feel her heat against his chin and her muscular thighs
on either side of his head.
For
his part, the view Matthew had was astounding. If he looked straight
ahead his eyes were filled with Elizabeth's
ample, though slightly trimmed, pussy, with her pink labia glistening in the
dim light. If he looked up, Matthew saw little more than Elizabeth's tall, muscular body pinning him
down, her heaving breasts protruding from above the leather corset. It
was the most erotic sight and moment of his life.
"You
will lick, suck, and worship every part of me down there until I say you stop,
do you understand?" As Elizabeth
said this, she had taken hold of Matthew's head with her hands and moved her
body up slightly more, pressing her pussy against Matthew's mouth. The boy responded with enthusiasm, sticking out his tongue to at first
lick his Mistress and then reach in and penetrate her as far as he
could. This act, this position, Matthew's enthusiasm for what she was
doing, caused Elizabeth
to have an orgasm almost immediately, but she did not stop but for a few
seconds as the convulsions subsided. She encouraged Matthew on and soon
was rubbing her pussy up and down his mouth and the bridge of his nose,
masturbating herself again with her slave-boy's face. After her second
orgasm, Elizabeth
turned herself around, settling her ample, but muscular ass over the boy's mouth
and nose, ordering him to lick and pleasure her there as well.
Periodically, she would press down on Matthew's face, cutting off air for 30
seconds or even a minute at a time, an act which paradoxically heightened
Matthew's lust and fear at the same time. Finally, after 10 or 15 minutes, she
stopped, giving the boy a rest, knowing he couldn't keep the pace up much
longer.
She
got off of Matthew for a minute and retrieved several items from one of her
drawers. One was a black hood with a zipper in the back and only a
nickel-sized hole in the front for air. She slipped it on the boy's head
and he found it had a protrusion inside which demanded to be in his
mouth. Once zipped up, his head was encased, his mouth completely gagged,
and his eyes could see nothing but black. "Now then, this is
going to hurt a little, Matthew, but it will benefit us both in the end,"
she said as she settled back on the boy's chest with her ass pressed up against
his hooded nose but not cutting off his supply of air from the small
opening. She had brought a device to inflict some electrical torture
on the boy's genitals, which she did with enthusiasm, eliciting a number of
screams from Matthew's muffled mouth. It had the effect she was
looking for. It brought her closer to another orgasm and the discomfort
eased his erection somewhat. "That's better."
And
with that, she turned herself around again, bent down to whisper to
Matthew, "you are mine now," and moved her body down to capture
the boy's cock, plunging it fully into her. Elizabeth immediately established a firm,
almost rough rhythm, such that within a minute or two both mistress and slave,
dominator and dominated came at once in an explosive, climatic, simultaneous
orgasm. Elizabeth
collapsed on Matthew. Cuddling her arms around him, releasing him from
the hood, she stated simply, "that was wonderful." Matthew, who
had been blown away by the afternoon's events, stated quite accurately that
"this has been the most exciting time of my life.'
Elizabeth smiled and added,
"and there is so much more to come."
A
Rainy Day
That
was how the days changed. In the morning Matthew would do his work, with
less distraction from Elizabeth,
and then after lunch she would keep him inside to "play." The
games they played varied the rest of the week but all had the same theme, he
was the victim of Elizabeth,
the sexual predator. Elizabeth
introduced Matthew to the "wrestling game" when the two of them
competed to see who could pin the other. Matthew of course never stood a
chance at any time and Elizabeth
would merely toy with him for an hour or two before she eventually forced
herself on him right there on the mat on the floor. The next day, she
made Matthew alternatively act like a dog or serve as her horse before relieving
their mutual sexual desires. While he didn't always find their
activities enjoyable, he submitted to Elizabeth's
whims, driven on by his lust and a strangely increasing desire to be used
by her in this way.
On
the seventh day, Matthew wasn't sure he should report to work because it was
pouring rain and nothing could really be accomplished on the grounds.
Still, having other reasons to go, he showed up at her door. Elizabeth hoped her idea
for this day would make Matthew baulk and thus give her an opportunity to
enforce her will proactively, to bend the boy to her will for an overtly
nonconsensual response.
"Good
to see you today, Matthew," Elizabeth
stated after she let him in.
"I
actually wasn't sure if I should come today, because of the rain, uh,
Mistress." Matthew had not quite gotten used to saying that
title. It was not that he didn't like it, but after calling Elizabeth
"Professor" for three months, it seemed awkward to use something
else.
"Oh
no, you should always report here for work, unless you are sick or
something. I will always have something for you to do." Elizabeth winked at him,
caressing his shoulders as she walked by after closing the door. "In
fact, your working hours today will consist of deep cleaning the house on the
inside. I have already taken care of the horses for you, so you can start
directly in here. In addition, to vacuuming, dusting, and washing floors
and bathrooms, you can clean the windows, on the inside at least. All of
the supplies are in the mudroom and your cleaning outfit is in the living
room." Elizabeth
started to walk toward it.
Matthew
followed but considered his words. He hated to clean. It was not
the type of thing he did much for himself and certainly did not want it to be
part of his job. Of all the summer jobs he considered doing, cleaning
anything would never even have made the list. He decided he would tell
Professor Starr, figuring she would understand. After all, she certainly
could afford to hire a cleaning service. He also realized she might
in that case just send him home for the day, with none of the activities in the
afternoon that had occurred the previous four days. Just as he was about
to speak, Elizabeth
showed him his "cleaning outfit." It consisted of a French maid's
outfit, with long white nylons and garters, lacey panties, a short-short black
skirt with the matching top, and the white hat. White, cloth sneakers
were provided for his feet.
Matthew
was utterly shocked. While he enjoyed the activities he and Elizabeth
were engaging in, he wasn't a transvestite and was upset that Elizabeth thought of him that way. He
would speak up.
"Uh, Professor Starr?"
"You
address me as 'Mistress' when we are together, Matthew," she replied
firmly. She knew what was coming and though her face did not betray it,
she was in fact thrilled that Matthew did not like what she had in mind.
"Uh,
yes, Mistress," Matthew stated a bit more
uncertainly, now that she had pointedly reminded him of his actual status in
their relationship. "Uh, well, I don't--, I mean, I am not really
interested in cleaning," he finally got started. "It is not a
summer job I have any interest in. And I certainly don't want to wear
that stuff. I mean, I recognize you’re in charge and all that---mornings
and afternoons---but I am not into wearing women's clothing. I have no
desire to be a transvestite or anything. So I really don't want anything
to do with that. I understand if you feel that there is nothing then
for me to do for today." Matthew hoped that was firm and clear, but
yet did not foreclose continuing their extracurricular activities in the
afternoons when the weather was better. Matthew had enjoyed submitting to
Elizabeth's
domination of him the days before---far more than he admitted to himself at the
time, which had already been considerable. He wanted to continue
being her sex slave, but he just didn't want to wear girl clothes.
"Well,
that is all very amusing, Matthew, but you will. So stop wasting time,
and get to it."
Matthew
was a bit annoyed that Elizabeth
seemed not to take anything he had said seriously. "No, really, I
don't like cleaning and I certainly am not going to wear that stuff!"
Elizabeth suspected that if
she had wanted to, she could have threatened to never see Mattthew
again, and that would have brought him into compliance. She knew how much
the boy had enjoyed their sexual encounters of the last four days and she
doubted very much he was willing to give that up over a day of cleaning and silly
clothes. But that was not how she wanted to implement her will. She
wanted to physically enforce it.
She
walked over to Matthew, gave him a reasonably hard slap to the face, grabbed
both of his wrists, and holding them in front him,
squeezed them so hard that his legs slowly buckled and he sank to his
knees. As she squeezed and the boy sank, Elizabeth stated very authoritatively:
"What you said was quite right. I
am in charge. I made that clear four days ago that for us to be
together, I dominate you completely. You will wear these clothes, not
because I think of you as a 'transvestite,' but because I enjoy humiliating
young males like yourself and I find it amusing. As for the cleaning, you
will do it because I told you to! I told you disobedience would be
punished and now I must make clear that I do dominate you in every
way!" With that, Elizabeth,
while still holding one of Matthew's wrists, began to rip the clothes off his
body. Matthew tried to resist some, but it was really fruitless in the
face of Elizabeth's
superior strength, which she was now using full bore against her recalcitrant
slave. When she was finished, Elizabeth
had ripped off Matthew's shirt and underwear, and had pulled off his pants and
shoes. She still had a massively powerful grip on one of Matthew's wrists
and the boy was pleading with her to let him go as it was hurting him a lot.
The
pleas, of course, did nothing but excite Elizabeth.
But with Matthew now stark naked, she put Matthew on the floor, sat on his
back, clamping his arms between her powerful legs. From that position,
she was able to dress the bottom half of Matthew's body with the French maid
outfit. He was putting up very little physical resistance at that point
because it was painful to resist the vise-like grip she had on his body with
her muscular legs. She finally allowed Matthew to stand and ordered him
to put on the top and hat, which he did. Elizabeth noticed that he was not sexually
excited by the outfit, but clearly felt truly humiliated. And she smiled
at that.
"Now,
then, your disobedience and back-talk must still be punished."
"Uh,
please, no, Mistress, I'll do it, I promise," Matthew pleaded. His
head was still buzzing at how almost effortlessly Elizabeth had removed his clothing and forced
him into the French maid's outfit. He did not want to get a whipping as
well.
"Nevertheless,"
was all Elizabeth
said and pulled Matthew down over her lap after sitting in a large overstuffed
chair in the room. She twisted one of his wrists
behind his back and pulled up the short black skirt and proceeded to
spanking. She had no intentions of being easy on him this time. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Matthew
grimaced, sucked in air, and let out shouts of discomfort by
the fourth and fifth blows. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK. By the tenth spank, he felt his ass
was aflame. "Please, Mistress, please, please, stop. It really hurts!" Matthew begged.
"Will
you do the cleaning now without complaint?" Elizabeth asked between additional blows that
got the total to 15.
"Yes,
yes, I promise!" Matthew assured her, his eyes now watering from the pain
he felt on his backside.
"Will
you wear your clothes now without complaint?" Elizabeth asked between additional blows that
got the total to 20.
"Yes,
yes, Mistress, I will, I promise, please," Matthew pleaded, sobbing even
at this point. He felt like he would agree to anything at this point to
make the pain stop.
Elizabeth stopped and admired
her handiwork. While she had deliberately kept the panties on while
spanking, she now slid them down a little to observe the bright red buttocks
staring her in the face.
"Much better, Matthew," Elizabeth said soothingly, now rubbing very
gently, indeed erotically, the boy's behind. "I don't
enjoy doing this," she lied, "but I won't tolerate the behavior you
showed again today. Further, I will be watching your work closely
today and any poor performance should expect some immediate
correction." While Matthew had not had erection while being spanked,
Elizabeth felt
one forming now, no doubt in response to her rubbing.
Matthew
felt his erection forming, too. It surprised him because he had found
nothing enjoyable about being spanked. Yet, now, while still draped over
his mistress's lap and held there firmly, with her rubbing his bottom and the
nylons and panties feeling good, he realized how good he felt in the moment, in
that position. He hadn't liked the pain, but was now enjoying being
comforted, enjoying being controlled, his mind was clear on what he had to do
the rest of the day, no uncertainty creating confusion in his head, and clearly
Elizabeth still liked him, which held great promise for the afternoon.
After
Elizabeth sent
Matthew off to begin his cleaning chores, she decided she would have fun with
it. She showered and changed into one of her dominatrix outfits and
grabbed a cane from her wall. She spent the rest of the morning relaxing,
reading, and regularly checking on Matthew's progress, sometimes hovering for
long periods of time, with the cane in hand. Once in a while she would
tell her slave-boy that he missed a spot and give him a moderate crack with the
cane, particularly when he was on his hands and knees washing the floors.
During
lunch Matthew was relieved to learn that, as they had the previously, they
would be retiring to the mastersuite after the
showers. Elizabeth
put the boy through the same paces as the days before, but she enjoyed grinding
on him a little more than usual, knowing his buttocks was still quite
sore. When Matthew went home that night, he only had his jeans and shoes,
as they were the only things that survived the day's encounter with his
Mistress. At the end of the day, sore but satiated, he was amazed at how
beautiful Elizabeth---Mistress was looking to him.
The
Great Outdoors
The
subsequent week went pretty much like those days. Work,
sex, and then home. Matthew felt like he was living a
fantasy. But when Matthew arrived on the Tuesday of the third week, Elizabeth told him that they
would be knocking off work early that day so they could go riding.
"It's such a beautiful day," she said with a twinkle in the eye,
"I don't want to waste it all working." Matthew was of course
completely in lust with Elizabeth
now. He had found her sexual domination of him extraordinarily exciting
and looked forward to the various, devious and deviant games she made up to
play with him. He found the prospect of an afternoon "riding"
while not unpleasant, not how he wanted to spend time with his Professor.
At
the conclusion of the morning's work, Elizabeth
smacked and pinched Matthew's bottom that it was time for them to go
shower. They'd then eat a light lunch and go riding. The way Elizabeth said
"riding" however seemed just a bit odd to Matthew and wondered if she
were up to something. As had been the case since their third day
together, Elizabeth
required Matthew to shower with her, washing and massaging her body in the warm
water and suds of soap. On his knees with the water raining all over him,
Elizabeth
grabbed his head and forced it into her pussy. While he licked and
wriggled his tongue, she determined the tempo, essentially masturbating
herself with his head, as was usually her way. She had a firm grip on him
and her superior strength ensured that he couldn't go anywhere
while she used him. When she came, Matthew was burning
with his own raging erection. She offered him no relief. Once
he had finished drying Elizabeth
off, Matthew was sent to put on his own clothes, a fresh pair of shorts
and shirt. At lunch Elizabeth
just wore a robe. After they ate, Elizabeth
ordered Matthew to clean up while she went off to put on her riding
outfit.
When
she came back, Eric inhaled sharply and felt his cock spring to complete
attention inside his shorts once more, having subsided some since the
shower. Elizabeth
had put on a typical rider's outfit, skin-tight light tan pants, calf-high
black boots, a tight-fitting white shirt (foregoing the coat), a cowgirl hat,
and riding crop. "You look magnificent, Mistress," Matthew
finally said. He smiled a little smile and added hopefully, "are you
sure you just want to go riding today?"
"Oh
yes," Elizabeth replied,
"but I think I should clarify a little. "I am going
riding. You will be on foot. You see, my dear slave-boy, the
afternoon will be spent playing a little game. You will be my prey
who I will hunt down, capture, and then rape. It is something I
have always wanted to do with my lover and if I enjoy it, we will be doing
it a lot." With that, Elizabeth
explained the rules of the "game." Matthew would only be
allowed to wear a jock strap and low-white sneakers that Elizabeth gave him. He would have
a 30 minute head-start on foot with a bottle of water the only thing he
could carry. He could go anywhere on the open grounds. She
would then start out to capture him. If he did not try his hardest
to evade capture, she would not touch him sexually for the next three days
except for a long hard whipping. On hearing that, Matthew was determined
to do his best because more than anything he craved her exquisite touch, both
sensual as well as cruel. "Be prepared to suffer some bruises in the
process, Matthew, I can't promise the capture will be gentle."
Matthew
wasn't at first sure what to make of this latest "game" but he could
see the appeal in it. He felt very much liked being her sexual prey,
and this excited him now more than anything ever had in his life. Elizabeth made Matthew
change into his jock-strap right in front of her, noting as she constantly did
now, his nearly perpetual state of arousal when in her presence. The
jock-strap material stretched nicely over his young cock, leaving a very
bulging package that Matthew found a bit uncomfortable but which Elizabeth relished.
They then walked to the horse barn, with Matthew in
front nearly completely naked and Elizabeth
close behind, towering over her boy-slave by more than nine inches in her
riding boots.
"All
right, Matthew, take off. You have 30 minutes. And if you don't try
to avoid capture, you'll be nothing but a day laborer for a few days."
"Don't
worry, Mistress, I promise I will," Matthew said and immediately took off
running. He then stopped, turned, and said: "but what if you
don't find me?"
Elizabeth laughed.
"Oh, I'll find you. Now get going." Off the boy went,
with Elizabeth
studying his running for some time until there wasn't much to see. Elizabeth knew her
grounds infinitely better than Matthew, so she didn't doubt she could find
him. But just in case, the cap in his water bottle had a little GPS
locator in it in case she needed help. For a moment, she wished she
had a reluctant male who was truly trying to escape but she knew how
impractical that was in fact. Elizabeth
spent the time preparing her horse, saddling, grabbing rope, binoculars,
and water of her own. After 30 minutes, she mounted up and galloped
off. She knew what direction Matthew was headed in and took off
immediately.
The
chase actually lasted longer than she expected. It was hour later before
she finally spotted her quarry. She spotted Matthew through her
binoculars hiding behind a cluster of trees at the edge of higher brush and
grass. Beyond it was more open land, nowhere to even lay
down or hide. She had spent a long time looking for Matthew in the taller
foliage and had obviously flushed him out of it but had not seen him
move behind the trees. Nonchalantly, she put her binoculars down as
if she had not seen anything and grabbed her rope which was already made up
with a lariat. When she was ready, she urged her mount on in a high
gallop toward the tree cluster. Seeing he was spotted, Matthew took off
into the open ground. He didn't expect to outrun a horse, naturally, he
knew their game was coming to its high
point and in fact he could not wait for it to happen,
but he was going to be a good sport and make a good show of it.
Elizabeth was in fact very
pleased at how the afternoon went and it was coming to a finish exactly as she
had hoped. She was now closing quickly on Matthew. He wasn't
running so fast anymore, clearly a bit tired out by the afternoon's
merriment. As the horse approached him, she opened her lariat, and threw
it right over the boy's head and shoulders, pulling it tight to trap his arms
to his sides, causing him to stumble to ground in the process. She jumped
to the ground with a delighted grin her face, pounced on top of him to finish
tying his arms and then his legs. As she tied the latter, sitting on
Matthew's body, she could feel a powerful erection beneath her. She noted
also with much satisfaction that Matthew had a number of scratches and bruises
from first the chase, then the capture, and these minor sufferings of his
excited her even more. As Matthew lay trussed on the ground underneath
the sun and clouds of the afternoon sky, Elizabeth
began to open her outfit. They both were a little hot, sweaty, and
dirty, but that wasn't going to stop them now. She opened her shirt,
unhooking her bra from the front to let her magnificent breasts fall out, she pulled her pants to her ankles, revealing she had
not put on any panties. She then stood over and straddled Matthew's
shoulders, her more than six foot frame seeming a giantess to the boy laying on the ground. Neither of them said a word, until
Elizabeth
lowered herself onto Matthew's face and shouted with a most wicked grin of pure
lust and power, "Mine by right of conquest." She then she
ground her pussy into his face and mouth. She was quite rough as she
did so, even to the point of cutting off Matthew's breathing as she
climaxed. There was no kissing as at other times. This was pure
sexual conquest. Matthew even now continued to make efforts to resist and
escape, which, she thought to herself, she must remind to thank him for later.
Elizabeth rode Matthew's face
for better than half an hour before giving him relief (as well as the fact that
his face was becoming raw. She reached around and ripped his jock-strap
right off of him and then mounted his erection, grinding him to an orgasm
within a minute), with the grunts and shouts of their exertions echoing across
the open land. When he had emptied, however, she stayed put, keeping his
captive cock in place. She then covered his mouth and nose with her hands
and then her breasts, repeatedly threatening to suffocate him for the next 15
minutes, until she felt she could rouse his cock to go
another round. And while Matthew had softened inside of her after
his first explosion, at 19 he did not go completely limp with such a beautiful
example of the female body pinning him to the ground. When Elizabeth restarted her
slow circular motions, Matthew responded and 10 minutes later came again.
Elizabeth had
come twice more waiting for that to happen.
In
returning to the horse barn, Elizabeth
kept the game going. Elizabeth rode her
horse, Matthew walked but with his torso still tied and Elizabeth holding the rope. And with no
jockstrap to wear anymore, he was completely naked. The warm afternoon
sun as well as the sexual adventure he was living at the moment caused him to
keep an erection going through the latter half of the walk home.
While bruised, scratched, and sore, Matthew thought Elizabeth the most beautiful and exciting
woman he had ever met.
Once
at the house, Elizabeth, as her way of thanks
for the afternoon, took them both into a large bubblebath,
where Matthew languished in Elizabeth's
embrace for two more hours before they dressed and went out to dinner.
The lovemaking between them that night, while still dominated and controlled by
Elizabeth, was far
more gentle---a recognition of their intense afternoon together.
Epilogue
That
was how the summer went with Elizabeth and Matthew. Matthew essentially
moved in for the rest of the summer. Everyday he was Elizabeth's slave in thought, word, and
deed. She used him to satisfy her sexual urges constantly. He
learned he had to endure the whip from time to time to satisfy her sadistic
urges as well. They played the hunt and capture game at least twice a week
and Matthew was in her bed but also in bondage every night and often during the
afternoon and evenings. Elizabeth had a leather bondage suit that she
enjoyed putting and keeping her young men in.
Almost completely encasing him in leather bondage, Elizabeth would typically truss Matthew up
with it for hours at a time when she was reading or watching television. She craved control, the control that came
with having her sex slave in bondage for extended periods. Indeed some
nights, Elizabeth
put a leather harness with metal rings in various locations around her waist
that attached to her legs. With small metal connectors, she hooked
Matthew's collar to the harness, essentially trapping his face in her crotch,
which---depending on the position Elizabeth
slept, he used as a pillow or as a blanket. It was not always
comfortable for them, but Elizabeth
found it extraordinarily erotic to have her slave-boy trapped between her
legs, seeped in her scent the entire night, and rousted repeatedly to satisfy
her during the dark hours. During the days, he did his chores, many
in the nude, the rest in only a jockstrap, and always with a collar on.
As
the summer wound down, they wondered what to do about the start of the new
semester. Elizabeth
was prepared to continue their liaison despite the university's rules.
Matthew, however, offered to transfer to another college nearby so they could
continue as they were. That seemed to settle it. Matthew moved in
for good, bringing in fact very little with him. He didn't know if he would
be with Elizabeth
for life, after all that was up to her, but he certainly had no plans to leave
once he graduated. And Elizabeth
did not want to see him go either. The summer "working" for her
had allowed them to bond in a way she had with none of her previous
lovers. To Matthew, he could not imagine loving a human being more than he
loved Elizabeth.
She was the most beautiful, powerful, sexy woman he had ever known. (The
idea he ever considered her "plain" appalled him.) She was
physically and intellectually superior to him in every way and he reveled in
his inferiority and subservience to her. To Elizabeth, Matthew, though now enslaved to
her in every sense of the term, was still the sweet, shy, naive boy who had sat
in front of her class, but still had shown himself courageous and open-minded
enough to submit to her domination of him more completely than anyone ever had
previously. That made him too good to ever let get away. She
surprised herself to find that she loved him and so he would be her lover---and
her slave---forever.